After 6 weeks I'm thoroughly sick of lumps of protein and am rapidly losing my appetite.
Yesterday, after a terrible terrible day (work), I ate a slice of fruit cake.
Oh dear.
I doubt I'll lose any weight this week but I don't appear to be putting it back on.
7 kg gone so far...I must say I didn't lose anything in the first 6 days (attack) but now it drops off regularly (cruise), but I am SICK of chicken.
Actually, today my brother brought a joint of pork from his own pig that he reared and killed and it was YUMMY!
It's nice to know I could yomp down an unlimited amount.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Pity I couldn't have any roast potatoes.
Into each life a little rain must fall.
I'm trying to get to my pre-baby weight. I liked being that size, so I have 5 kg left to go, although I'll be happy to lose another 3kg and then stop there.
And why is it, that when you lose weight, the LAST place it goes from is above your bikini line and that really irritating jiggling bit on the inside of your thigh?